it is a pumpkin life


It is a pumpkin life

seeded in the mound

growing from the bloom on the vine

ripened in the sun from spring to fall

some round some misshapen

all filled with seeds

of life sweet

It is a pumpkin life

to be picked, gutted, roasted

seeded, carved into graven images

filled with light, filled with grubby

hands wielding spoons and

knives to rend us

festively fit

It is a pumpkin life

silly faces, horrors, art even

sometimes done well and others

crudely carved with no respect or

love just another gourdly fruit

to entertain your fall

home but

It is a pumpkin life

where gourdly revenge can

rise, bile on your steps filled with

rats, and rot and mouldy gore

you don’t want to deal with

it grosses you out


It is a pumpkin life

where revenge can flame and

flare up with wild vengeance of candles

left untrimmed and unwatched burn

and leave porches scorched and

houses smoldering ruins

eat those seeds

It is a pumpkin life

where the littlest and sweetest

are saved for pies while the rest, the

biggest and bravest end up on your

steps and in your windows

we own your fall

It is a pumpkin life

your obsession with us

drives you to make and bake and

carve and roast and can and freeze and

eat and eat and eat and while you

eat us and thrill at our innards

we laugh mocking and silent

lit from within your

own walls

It is a pumpkin life

and we laugh at those who can

research and recall their own history

when a humble pumpkin guarded

the night against the loose

spirits of Hallows Eve

replacing the


For some reason Brian has us talking like pumpkins for the Saturday fun at dVerse. I decided to take a photo from last year and let my imagination go a bit wild while I bake pumpkin pie cookies 🙂  And the early Celts with no pumpkins of their own (a new world fruit) used the humble hard hearted turnip for their Jack O Lanterns.  I’m pretty thankful for pumpkins as I despise turnips! 



  1. brian miller said,

    October 5, 2013 at 9:34 pm

    the biggest and brave are carved up and put on show on our steps…so true…and i like how you stacked your pumpkins in this as well shanyn…we own our fall is a great line as well…you def covered much in this…

    • shanyns said,

      October 5, 2013 at 9:42 pm

      Thanks Brian! 🙂 It was fun, and I’ve never had a chance to be the ‘voice’ for garden produce!

  2. Grace said,

    October 5, 2013 at 9:46 pm

    Loving the pumpkin life in all its shapes & colors & imagery ~ I don’t buy pumpkins for my steps but would rather make them into soup ~ Happy weekend ~

    • shanyns said,

      October 5, 2013 at 11:45 pm

      Mmmmm soup! And all sorts of lovely things! 🙂 Thanks for coming by and making me think of roasted veggie soup.

  3. October 5, 2013 at 10:34 pm

    Love this! You got into the guts (of seeds) of it…

    • shanyns said,

      October 5, 2013 at 11:45 pm

      Ah good one Susan! 🙂 Thanks, glad you enjoyed it.

  4. October 6, 2013 at 12:43 am

    Great picture and meaningful response to the prompt, so creative.

  5. Mary said,

    October 6, 2013 at 1:06 am

    Ha, Shanyn, I am so glad that we have the pumpkin instead of the turnip as well. You did rock the prompt meaningfully and beautifuly.

  6. Rowan Taw said,

    October 6, 2013 at 1:49 am

    I’d never have thought of pumpkin vomit until now, and to think that just the other day I’d tried pumpkin fudge for the first time! 😊

  7. ManicDdaily said,

    October 6, 2013 at 2:17 am

    Agh–so many facets to pumpkins here–you really cover them very thoughouly! k.

  8. October 6, 2013 at 6:14 am

    Loved that you let the pumpkins be in the shape of the poem.. And it’s not easy to be a pumpkin or live with pumpkin. Let’s stand up for the turnip – maybe we can use a swede

  9. claudia said,

    October 6, 2013 at 7:05 am

    i def. like how you give them a voice.. ha.. pumpkins seem much more majestic than turnips..yet..if that’s what they got..

  10. kaykuala said,

    October 6, 2013 at 9:55 am

    Amazingly the pumpkin comes into a lot of phases of our lives. What we wouldn’t do without a pumpkin. It can even take over from the turnip? Great round off MM!


  11. aprille said,

    October 6, 2013 at 12:11 pm

    Oh dear: for better, for worse
    Actually, turnip greens are about the best food you can eat.
    And raw turnips grated are smashing when lightly fried.
    Usually what is fed to cattle is a lot healthier than what we get.

  12. Glenn Buttkus said,

    October 6, 2013 at 5:56 pm

    8 pumpkins standing tall as stanzas, butt to stem, gourd proud, not afraid to spill their guts, to share their angst, to be the social conscience of our halloween scotomas, our political gerrymandering; nice one, thanks.

  13. ds said,

    October 6, 2013 at 7:04 pm

    First, I love the photo. Second, I dislike turnips too (power to the pumpkin!). Third, and hardly least, I love how you worded, shaped, and brought this poem to pumpkin life. “We own your fall” Sounds like the beginning of a pumpkin revolution to me : )

  14. ellaedge said,

    October 6, 2013 at 7:30 pm

    I love yours, the lay out the turn of making me feel so guilty as I crave pumpkin and feel like a murderer….clever write! Loved yours~

  15. October 6, 2013 at 9:13 pm

    This is fantastic! I love the format, the image, and how you tied the history into. Just fabulous!

  16. October 7, 2013 at 6:11 pm

    I’m not usually very good at reading poetry that is visually stimulating as well, but this flowed so easily that your repetitive pumpkin shapes delighted rather than distracted. I can tell that you enjoyed writing this!
    🙂 I enjoyed reading it!

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